Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
The poem Fog is by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967).
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Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
15 comments:
Ohhh, I love that poem. :) Lovely cat feet, too.
Very nice piece. A lovely foggy feel to it. I wonder what the cat is stalking.
I just love domestic cats who stalk like they're in Africa! Cool illustration!
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I really love this, it's beautiful, and really gives a perfect sense of fogginess.
The cat has such character with a pure line-less softness around it!
As a line addict I can really appreciate the linelessness (it's not a word is it?)
Well done! I've had that poem on my mind lately as my daughter is planning a move to San Francisco. Your illustration is perfect!
lovely, very atmospheric..
This is beautiful!
This is perfect for the theme! Well done!
I love the atmosphere. Great piece!
I love your basket in the previous drawing! It is perfectly done and this is a great interpretation...it looks like soft glow, hazy photo!
ronell
Beautiful, like how you blend in the cat and the heavy fog, love the cat movement as well.
Ooh stealth cat, I love it.
I love your kitty, nice sketch!
Thanks for the comments! I appreciate each and every one of them.
Brilliant fog! The cat matches the poem perfectly!
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